"Penalty rates," Gianna mutters, checking her phone.
"Four hours at double time. That's almost three hundred bucks each."
Mallory nods, her ponytail bobbing.
"I could send half to my mother. The rest for textbooks."
Her voice holds a new warmth, less tentative than before, though she still looks down when she speaks.
They pass through the service corridor.
Both are surprised to hear music.
The party on the rooftop is meant to be over.
Thumping bass that vibrates through the concrete walls.
Gianna's sneakers squeak against the polished floor as she stops at the rooftop access stairwell.
"The frickin' party is not done," she says.
Mallory's hand finds hers, fingers interlacing.
"Gianna, I don't think we go up—"
But Gianna is already pushing through the fire door, the Gold Coast night flooding in warm and salt-thick, and Mallory follows because she always follows, because following Gianna has already transformed everything.
The rooftop garden sprawls before them, manicured hedges and infinity pool reflecting the constellation of city lights, and it is not empty.
Not even close.
Bodies in states of partial and full undress everywhere.
Orgy still in full swing.
Freya Finch reclines on a curved lounge; her emerald power suit jacket is open to reveal her assets, her sharp bobbed hair mussed, her red lipstick smeared across her cheek.
She holds her phone at arm's length, capturing everything, her gold hoop earring catching the pool's blue glow.
Between her spread thighs, a man with skin like polished obsidian kneels, his massive shoulders flexing as he works her with his mouth, her designer heels digging into his back.
"Wow! —" Mallory chokes, her hand tightening on Gianna's.
"Yeah," Gianna breathes.
They could come back later.
Hell, no; they're not being paid later.
Now, Tejas Thorne has seen them.
He stands near the pool's edge, his pastel linen suit completely discarded, his hairless bronze chest gleaming with oil and sweat, his surgically implanted jawline sharp as a blade.
He holds a champagne flute in one hand and the back of Aura's platinum head in the other, guiding her as she sucks him off, while she sucked out.
Tejas calls out, "Join in."
Axe Vaughan's head emerges from behind a potted frangipani, his leather pants unzipped, his huge member swaying, ready to dance with a pussy or arse.
He twirls a thong in his hand.
An unknown woman bends over the planter, and he dogs her.
Gianna leads Mallory forward.
She whispers, "You can stop anytime."
Mallory replies, "And you could stop once you start?"
A second black man has emerged from the shadows near the pool house, his cock heavy and dark against his thigh as he approaches Freya, who is already reaching for him with greedy fingers.
Aura pulls back from Tejas with a gasp, her glossy lips swollen, her cool eyes finding Gianna with lustful invitation.
Axe tosses the thong to Mallory; his weathered face splitting in a grin that shows too many teeth.
He keeps pumping into the middle-aged woman.
Sheez, his name is tattooed across her buttocks.
Slightly stretched and dimpled.
Probably inked decades ago.
Tonight, she's got her rockstar jamming into her arse.
"Knew you had it in you, maid girl. Saw it when you changed my sheets. That tight little body, that mouth."
He reaches for her, his silver ring cool against her hip, and kisses Gianna as he buggers the Botox blonde.
The second black dude has given Mallory a pecker worth playing with.
Gianna sees her fondle it as a hand disappears under her uniform, her knickers drop to her ankles, and she moans as fingers hit her box.
Aura releases Tejas to hunt sweet Mallory.
She's a busy bitch in a sixty-nine with the first black dude.
Mallory is the sweet meat between two dudes.
Tejas licks her pussy. The second black guy uses his tongue to muss her tush.
Axe tickles Gianna's tonsils with his tongue as he rams into the blonde's gaped, gawped starfish.
He manages, "Well ain't the cute Christian a tart underneath."
Gianna watches as Tejas spits into Mallory's folds and the other man spits into her rilled crack.
Suddenly Axe withdraws from the blonde's arse.
The woman whimpers and pleads: "Reload my chute! Please bugger me!"
Axe is happier with two women sucking his pecker in turn, and alternating licking his balls.
Gianna can't believe she's sharing a man's nuts with another woman. A lady who was a groupie decades ago.
Freya and Aura are sharing a black cock.
The big dude is playing the skin hole with the two women.
He has them stacked with Freya on top.
The dirty sod is alternating, pussy to tush, then rear door to front door between the pair.
Axe has the blonde and Gianna on all fours.
The aged musician is slapping their butts like drums.
He's poking their starfishes to excite them.
Two fingers in Gianna; she's not as gapped as the blonde.
Christ!
"Uhh! Uhh!"
Gianna cooed at the arsehole workout.
The Christ: her reaction as Mallory got the DP.
Tejas pumping her pussy. The black guy hammering her tight little arse.
Mallory's head was thrown back.
She was swooning: "Ah! Ahh! Oof! Oof! Yes! Yes! Uhh! Oohh! Aahh!"
The word stop was nowhere in her current vocabulary.
Freya and Aura were taking turns titty fucking a black cock.
Axe was treating the blonde like a bowling ball, two fingers in her pussy, one in her tush.
His stiff trouser snake was jabbing and jolting into Gianna's tight tushy.
The music was loud.
The groans and moans were probably louder.
Cum exploded, orgasms detonated, and pussies squirted.
The rooftop becomes a symphony of flesh.
Freya and Aura doubled licked the black dude until he showered both the faces and graced their boobs with a pearl droplet necklace.
Then the two bitches' finger-frigged each other till they jetted like water fountains in unison.
Mallory was doubled filled.
Front and back.
A girly sandwich between two stiff peckers.
Cum puddling on the floor between her thighs.
Each dude put a finger in her pussy, jointly found her G-spot and allowed her to squirt all over their faces and hair.
Axe paced himself like it was an all-weekend mega-concert.
He told Gianna to lick his tush while he scooped the chute of a woman who had his name tattooed on her butt.
"Gia, babes, you understand, any woman who waited decades for her arse to be pounded, deserves more than shallow buggery."
Axe extended to his full height, raised the blonde's quivering buttocks and sunk his huge pecker, basement deep; his balls slapping on her cheeks.
Of course, the rocker creamed his own name across her peachy wobbly bum.
Champagne flowed.
Skinny dippers filled the pool.
Under the Southern Cross, a filthy raw honesty of taking.
Mallory fondling two sets of black balls while her tits were groped.
Aura delighted in pinching Axe's nipples.
Freya was like a cat scratching lines in Tejas' back.
Gianna asked the blonde to tell the story of her backside tat.
Does light shine on sin?
As the sun cracks the horizon, the Gilded Horizon clientele slink away.
Not gradually, not with goodbyes.
One moment the rooftop is a wriggling mass of elite flesh, the next it is empty, the guests vanished through private elevators, leaving only the evidence of their excess.
"They left," Mallory says, her voice hollow with wonder.
"— fuckin' left."
Gianna finds her uniform. Slips it on.
No bra and panties; they are ripped.
She tosses Mallory her maid gear.
"Dress. Grab a trash bag. Don't think beyond three hundred dollars each."
The sun climbs higher fast.
The Gold Coast shoreline sparkles close.
Two now close 'friends with benefits' slap each other on the bare rump under their short dresses.
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Tell me to stop," says Gianna.
"You first," says Mallory.
Mutual response:
Thwack!
Thwack!